What day is it, again? I know we are celebrating something....ah, yes. The original idea of Thanksgiving as presented to the public was a day set aside to honor the legend of the time when the first settlers to America were nearly starving and the indigenous tribes came to them with food so that they were saved. And they ate and drank and laughed-and had turkey, of course. And green bean casserole. And some cream cheesy version a pumpkin pie, surely.
My blog post today could have gone in several directions, much like my creative flow seems to. I won’t go down that shadowy path of truth regarding our ancestors’ invasion of the land we now call home, nor of the systematic approach of its ensuing government to eradicate the people who lived on it, either by starvation, disease or incarceration. Oh, I already knew much of the truth regarding the enhanced to fabricated history being taught to me since I learned to read. I had a really cool Humanities History teacher who taught us the truth vs fiction about American History. I won’t mention his name here, lest his life or his family come under criticism and threat of death.
No, I don’t want to talk about that sad truth. Nor do I want to talk about the awful influence of commercialism in our day to day lives, the weight of responsibility we feel to participate in mass celebrations that grow more and more expensive with each new year. Christmas is in truth some whacked out combination of the celebration of the birth of God’s son melded in with the old European holiday season of frivolity and gift giving to stave off the bleak Winter blues. Again, I won’t provide details but any ‘good’ search will give you the answers.
I am not against gift giving for we are meant to give to others. That is the only true gift we have for ourselves. Going in debt, worrying about what to give, how much to give, what we might get...all these things drain the soul’s true purpose. And then we have more stuff. Stuff to clean, stuff to store, give away or someday throw away. 😱😱😱